Victor and I had come a long way as business partners. I offered sex for cash while Victor patronised me with an abiding relish. He loves sex. I love money. So, we were bond in a business of pleasure. In one of our recent sex dates, Victor shocked me ” Rose, when do you ever plan to settle down?”
“Victor don’t just go there” ,I responded as I began to put my clothes back on.
“I am serious. This business of yours, pleasuring young, rich, successful men like us, you know it is not sustainable, right?, Victor pressed on, this time, attempting to pull my breasts, as his hungry, needy eyes searched my body which was gradually vanishing into my clothes.
Sex as usual. That was what he wanted. Possibly another round. Maybe two more. I concluded For the right price, I was ready to go.
“One more round for 50k. If not, please no touching”, I responded.
Over the next half hour, I threw my clothes back to the floor as we resumed action. Victor pounded straight into my pussy from alternate angles, sending shrieks of pleasure through my body. This nightlife business was simply my life, and I remain ever grateful to God. Unlike other roadside prostitutes who had poor clients negotiating meager fees, I serviced the rich and powerful, right from my university days. At 35, 10 years into this business, I can say that I have become a veteran. With a luxury apartment rented within the heart of the city, and with enough expensive clothes and jewelry to market my body brand, what more could I have asked for ?
Oh! and Victor. Ever generous and reliable, Victor was my most consistent client. We met nothing less than four times a week, and up to 2 rounds per meeting. He loved the sex and the styles. He showed that in his consistent payment and even extra bonuses. Which was why I found it surprising when, after our first round on a particular night, he asked when I was ever settling down. I found it more annoying that after a second round, he repeated the question.
“I am serious about this Rose. You deserve a home of your own, with a beautiful husband and kids. I am not blaming you for plying this trade. But with what you have amassed so far, you can leave this business and start your own family.”
If not for the generosity of Victor, I could have just walked out on him and never responded to his future solicitations. Just one of the hazards of the business: Clients teasing you with all sorts of disparaging remarks.
“Please just stop it. In this same country, I am a graduate of a university. I sought jobs but got none. I enjoy this business and I am not about to stop. Please Victor, don’t bring up the subject again.”
That day went and another day came. Victor continued his habitual pestering, usually after two or three rounds of manic sex. I concluded I would just keep ignoring him and focus on satisfying his sexual urges, since his whole sermonization usually came only after he had spilled his cum in my pussy.
Two weeks into his newly fangled exhortations, we were to meet for another round of sex. After servicing two different clients in separate hotels, I walked into his guest house as usual, and made straight for the bedroom. I began to UnCloth, as it is customary, expecting him to do likewise. Five minutes after I was done and ready, he wouldn’t move from the bed.
“What is wrong Victor? You called me here for work. Why the delay? ”
He asked me to sit. I sat on the edge of the bed. And there, the course of my life changed forever.
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